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After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

he groans like he is in pain. “ You ready to do this or do you need a few more minutes?” Tank asks, laughing. As much as I want to kiss Lug some more I want to get this tattoo. I’ll play with Lug later. Lug stands up and looks at Tank. “ Let’s do this brother. I want my mark on her for the world to see.” Tanks laughs as he takes a seat in his rolling stool. “ I remember that feeling brother. There are few better feelings than seeing your mark on your woman.” Tanks says with a proud smile. He takes a paper off the counter and shows it to me.

The guy roared grabbing his shirt and shaking him violently. “Eddie.! Eddie.!! Eddie.!!! The people around the table began to cheer and the attention of the other patriots were also attracted. Paul was the only one still ignorant of what was happening as he was glued to his phone with air pod in his ears. “Isn't this Eddie Murphy, the number one crime boss of the city.? “Who's the young man that annoyed him.? He's certainly not walking out of here with his life today” “I heard that yesterday, someone offended him at a party and he had the person's left hand chopped off”

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

one of them ask "We. are. leaving "the tattoo thug said,his eyes not leaving Alpha's I can't imagine the fact that few minutes ago ,Alpha wanted to kill me and now he is fighting his people "Anyone who will kill your boss,will get five million dollars from me"Alpha declared The tattoo thug scoff I was seeing the temptation they were passing through,One of them took out a pocket knife and charge towards his boss The tattoo thug was surprised but did not move to defend himself

“And today’s business was…mafia business?” “A bit of both, but I can’t say much about it for now,” I admit, then I point to my left shoulder. “The eight-pointed stars tattooed on my shoulders is a Bratva insignia. You’ll see most of my men with the same tattoo, although I’m the only one with the same stars tattooed on my knees.” She’s quiet for a few seconds as she seems to be thinking it over, then she lays back and sighs. “That indicates that you’re in a higher position?” she asks, and I nod. “Ah, okay.”

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

I see the tattoo carved into his skull—a pyramid symbol. Black Mojo. “Where’s the Matron?” His voice is cold, lifeless. I spit blood, crawling back on my elbows. “Go to hell.” He raises his gun. BANG!!!

He asks Kale. "Nope. Scott's" Kale replied and the man's eyes widen. "Really? She looks...well...look really good" He aid and I narrow my eyes at him, what was he going to say. I almost call him out. "What you walking on Bob?" Kale asked him. "A Tiger" the man replied. Want to get a tattoo?" "Yeah. On my arm" Kale said and sat down. I watched Bob, stich up the person, cleaning up the blood before he gets up. He doesn't look familiar but he grins at me.